Alex: Lucky bastard. Me: You can always join us. Alex: Tempting Alex: I think it's better if you guys do this alone. Alex: You can practice tying me up later.

Fuck. Images of Alex, trussed up, completely under my control, flood my head, and I have to suppress my groan. I reach down and adjust my hardening co-ck.

Me: You're going to pay for that. Alex: Looking forward to it. winky face.

I tuck my phone into the back pocket of my wool pants. I'd dressed in all black for tonight's activities. I inhale and exhale slowly, shaking off my thoughts.

This is not the place to be turned on.

I push open the door to the PlayfulMotion clinic.

"Can I help you?" a woman asks from behind the front desk, her fingers never leaving the keyboard.

I straighten the buttons on my sleeve. "I'm here to pick up Doctor {{user}} Brooks."

She looks up and smiles at me. "You must be River. Just right through those doors, Honey."

I push through the doors and scan the clinic. It's painted in bright colours and decorated with kids in mind.

I spot {{user}} in the back. They're kneeling in front of a girl who can't be more than five years old. The little girl is grinning at {{user}} as they help her with some kind of arm brace. I'm frozen in place watching them work.

At how they're lit from within as they speak with the kid.

I can't make out what they're saying, but whatever it is has the little girl giggling.

"You gonna ask them out?" a boy asks from where he's sitting on a giant beanbag chair that practically swallows him. He side-eyes me. "Scared or something?"